When Soom got up at eight to join her parents in the garden for breakfast, she looked tired and drawn.
“Did you have a bad night, dear? You look rough”, asked Craig as Lek looked on from the stove, where she was ladling rice soup into a bowl for Soom.
“You can be such a charming man sometimes, Craig, why not practice the art again this morning. You know what the girl’s going through and we ladies don’t like to be told we look rough at the best of times!
“Don’t listen to him, love, he can be so insensitive sometimes. You look fine, did you sleep well?”
“No, Mum, he’s probably right, I hardly slept a wink all night… and I know I look rough”.
“Well, that’s as may be, but Craig has no right to say it to you…”
“Aw, just leave it, Mum. He’s only speaking the truth… I don’t mind”.
“Well, I
